"and there is just nothing, there never was"

"One grackle looked desperate / one grackle looked bored"

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"Break me into the lines of this poem."

"A damp mist meandered between gravestones "

"every day they fly to the landfill to snack on insects buzzing above garbage"

"When the silence between them deepens she, too, looks elsewhere,"

"a page falls/ a slow turn/ slow like a moth/ wandering toward light,"

"Sangría and string lights sweet under the olive trees"

"mama where do the letters come from"

"We are scarred as well, but the biggest voids are within us,"

"Passed down across twenty generations"

"The rusted truck sat on blocks/ sinking into the earth"

"When was I taught that the world was profane?"

"his passion for music / gifted to her"

"a polish polka as they blithely drop"

"My ears unearth chatter all the way back to the mid-‘50s"

"The green lamp is angled to a pool of boiled yellow."

"To hold with both hands and relish a mug of hot coffee, without hunger or longing"

"When no one can keep up with nature"

"I tilt toward the prismed rose window"

"I laid down beneath the sun, bright and mean as a hungry skull"

"The same thumb/ that rests on the stock/ supports the shaft of a pencil

"I remember them bound, as if one"

" It stood witness to every Saturday morning cartoon, every family tiff, and every Christmas morning of my childhood."

"After making sure the accompanying bag of small, incomprehensible screws was missing exactly one key bolt, the box was sealed shut."

"The youngest brother, all impulse and recklessness, grabs the wings from our father’s gifting hands."

"I didn’t know about the dark underbelly of the world."

"Sometimes I feel as if I’m the lone keeper of her younger spirit."

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"My work celebrates the spontaneous, the whimsical, and the beautifully chaotic." ~Camellia Paul